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sparkless,

It's been so long since I've last been on this account, ahh. I'm afraid I have no more muse for Rise. :((( In case anyone was wondering, I now play Mikasa Ackerman from Shingeki no Kyojin, or you may find me on my personal over here.

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There's a large chocolate egg on your bed. There's a star shaped sticker stuck to the wrapper that has terrible writing on it. "HAPPY EASTER, LOVE THE EASTER BEAR x"

               --Oh! She hadn't been expecting for a chocolate egg on her bed. (She never did believe in things like Santa Clause or the Tooth Fairy.) For a brief moment, she wondered if perhaps it really was delivered by the Easter Bunny until Rise saw the bright, star-shaped sticker and the scrawled message written upon it. A smile crossed her features; there really was no doubt as to who the "Easter Bear" could've been. Unwrapping the egg, a piece was broken off before she slipped it into her mouth. "Mmm~!"

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emperorxboxer said:

[[ what are you even doing. ]]

um, loving you?? y/n?

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;secretly promotes this wonderful Akihiko. uwu<3

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Phew. Eyes closed as she breathed heavily, Rise could feel the feverid crowd's footsteps run in the opposite direction. She didn't dare open her eyes until the vibrations in the ground were gone, however. A slender hand held onto a nearby rail for support until she heard a deep, male voice speak in concern. You alright? Startled, hazel eyes fluttered open to land on a tall, unfamiliar stranger who was definitely not from Inaba. She would've known through the grapevine if someone had chosen to move out to the quiet small town in the countryside.

"Um, yeah I think I'm fine," Rise nodded in response. Seeing the calloused hand offered to her, she accepted it gratefully and pulled herself off the ground. She straightened herself out, running a free hand through her tangled hair in the process before glancing up at the male again. He looked around her age— perhaps around the same age as her senpais— and he looked more like a person from the city. They didn't get visitors too often; perhaps someone on vacation? "—Oh geez, I'm so sorry for running into you like that," Rise suddenly blurted. She should've waited until the summer to make her announcement instead; she didn't plan on continuing her career officially until the end of the school year in the first place. "I should be the one asking— are you okay? Did you hit your head? I didn't step on your feet, did I?"

It was then as Rise averted her gaze to the ground did she notice the spilled goods lying around on the ground. A Junes bag coasted on the wind, slowly floating away from them. "Oh—!" Then she was on her knees, reaching nimbly for the bag and starting to gather up the cans and vegetables. "Again, I'm really sorry," she spoke in a low mutter.

An instrumental rendition of Michael Jackson’s Liberian Girl plays over the system. And for a fleeting moment, Junes had transformed into a rhapsodic wonderland. His gait matches the tune’s rhythm. How he arrived at a place called Junes in the middle of the boondocks was beyond him. And with all honesty, he couldn’t care less.

Junes. Shinjiro’s heard weirder names for a convenience store. Besides, he was a child of August.

In his hands were several bags. Fruits, vegetables, canned goods—the “you name it’s” of any kitchen. The items were arranged in no specific way, which gave the brown bags an awkward outline. He stands, stuff in tow, debating over brands of cauliflower. This prolongs for around five minutes before a mother and child comes over, his cue to leave. The song ends, replaced by a nondescript guitar medley.

At the register, he unloads and reloads his purchases in sturdier bags. The cashier, an effeminate blond, counts change at a slow pace. A bear’s scent lingers over him, which made no sense at all.

Clutching everything, he exits through the automated doors and ambles into the late afternoon. Things were looking up; cooking a decent supper always lifted his spirits from the dumps. Or, was: a shift of his feet causes the groceries to fall. Something hard thuds on his chest, causing a loss of balance. He latches onto a nearby rail, regaining posture and clarity.

“You alright?” Concerned with the girl’s welfare over that of his food, he offers a hand, only to hear a mob meander westward. How unusual.

At least she smelled nice.

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               "Thank goodness then," smiled Rise in response. Yosuke looked the same from what she could see with his signature headphones and unruly hair. Though, if she looked harder, there was a definite air of... maturity? Yosuke-senpai being mature? N-No way! That was definitely alien to her. "Oh wow, Yosuke-senpai studying? It doesn't sound like the one that I know!" A giggle bubbled on the cusp of her lips. Hands clasped behind her back as she rocked on back on her heels, Rise had to think for a few moments before finally answering. "It's been crazy, really," she remarked with a light grin. "I mean, Inoue-san's already got the rest of the year booked in gigs and concerts for me. Oh! And then I've just finished filming as well, so expect the movie to come out in the fall, okay~? Maybe we round up the gang and watch it together!"

“Huh? Yeah, I’m totally fine.” He said his a smile as he leaned back on one foot and crossed his arms over his chest. Yosuke was still genuinely surprised to see her since he wasn’t even aware that she had returned for the time being. “Hm? Oh, I’ve been fine. Same old really.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, been kinda busy as of late. Few part-timers quit so I’ve picked up a few extra shifts at Junes. That and I’ve been actually studying for mid-terms for once.” He frowned at his own mentioning of tests. That was the last thing he wanted to think about right then. “What about you? How’s my favorite Idol been doing?”

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               "And that's why you're my favorite bear in the entire world!" remarked Rise with a smile so wide her cheeks threatened to fall off. Though her eyes were still a faint shade of pink, the tears had receded and her mood much brighter than before.

A thoughtful expression crossed her features for a brief moment. "Oh! How 'bout we get some Topsicles? You like, those right?" A soft giggle slipped through her lips. "It can be my treat for making you eat that spicy soba earlier~"

Another soft giggle escapes his lips as he looks up at the idol with a smile. It was nice to see that she had that nice smile back on her face again. She looked much cuter with a smile and with no tears on her cheeks.  “I just wanna help you out! You can’t get bearter unless someone is there to try the food! I wouldn’t say I’ve got refined taste. I eat loads of different food.”

When she asked him that question, he took a few moments to think about where they could go. “Hrmmmmm.” After those few moments were up, he still had no idea. “I do, but… I dunno where.”

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               Strangely enough, Rise was able to resonate with each word that came from his lips. She found herself nodding and agreeing with the passion in his voice. "I have this fan; a little girl," spoke Rise. "After every concert— almost every two weeks— she'd write a letter to me. I don't usually like to read through every fanmail, I admit, but I always looking toward her letters. I guess in the beginning it was because she reminded me of myself, but... it's amazing, you know? She looks up so much to someone that she doesn't even know, only on-screen and from what she reads in the magazines. Knowing that you're affecting someone's life like that, it's just simply wow." A faint, almost-wistful smile curved on her lips. "I guess that's the reason why I continued with my career; it's people like her that make the strain worthwhile, you know?"

               Rikku's voice soon snapped her out from the reverie she found herself in. "Hehe, and Rikku-san just sounds weird, no offense." The corners of her lips widened into a grin. "Everything's fine, really, though it's sweet of you to offer, Rikku-kun. I guess I've learned something important this year; why I really left and why I'm going back. Can I tell you something?" Oddly enough she felt as though she could tell him everything, even when they'd just met. "The reason why I came to Inaba was because of the Risette that was fabricated by the music industry. I couldn't stand knowing that people were in love with her and not me— Rise. But then... something amazing happened and I realized that Risette wasn't someone else; she was me— another side to me— and that it was just that." She paused briefly before continuing.

               "I'm going to show my fans a better Risette, one that's not made up; one that people can really look up to, you know?" A small, semi-embarassed laugh slipped through her lips. "I'm sorry for suddenly dumping this on you. It must've sounded cheesy, huh?"

“Exactly! Music is able to give people so much! And that’s the part I love most about it. It’s just.. great you can help some with the songs you sing, help them overcome bad situations in life. Yeah, it would’ve been nicer if the songs would’ve been my own, but..” Riku sighed, excitement put a damper on. Perhaps he demanded too much, and was arrogant of some sort, wanting to perform songs he wrote himself. Other people would do anything for the chance he had gotten, would’ve loved to trade and sing on a huge stage. Second sigh. He concluded, it did no good to dwell on that, nothing was coming out of him being depressed because he wanted his very own words to reach out to people. 

There were so many things he could write about - so much experience made over the past couple of month, dear memories he cherished more than anything, people that became part of his life, became his life even. The third sigh. By now, she might be worried about him; sighing so often, it wasn’t like him. Not at all. Besides, Riku wasn’t in any position to be depressed, and feel down. As he said, he liked how things were, but whenever he heard Rise was going back to business, it made him wonder if he should, too? Wasn’t it odd how he seemed to be the only one deciding against it?

“Alright~!” In mere seconds, Riku managed to smile at hear, beam back even, clapping his hands. “That’s way better, Rise-Chan! I like the sound of that more, hehe.”

“So~ Uhm, while at it, though, is everything doing good? I mean, going back and that. Not that you’re facing any troubles? Like, perhaps I can help out with? Just because I’m not back myself doesn’t mean I can’t support.” 

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               Hazel eyes blinked in surprise, but Rise complied anyways. "Oh yeah, it's no problem." Quickly were six different samples placed out in front of the pretty blonde lady, each filled with a different kind of tofu that their shop sold. Hearing the request, Rise reached under and into a cabinet for a plastic spoon. "If there's anything else you'd like, please don't hesitate to ask," nodded Rise.

               After a while, her curiosity got the best of her so she asked, "Are you from the city, miss?"

Oh, how lucky! They just restocked, and it was there for her. Except she wanted more than the silk tofu.. she wanted the regular too. She could try to make this work, feeling like she’d be successful anyway.

She was going in.

“Can I try a little bit of everything?” It didn’t hurt to ask. Hands grabbed at what she was offered and she looked over everything. It all looked so good. “..Could I have something to use?”

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               Running a free hand through her messy locks, Rise leaned against the closest nearby object— a telephone box that had been vandalized and ridden with old graffiti— with her hands on her knees and her head bent in exhaustion. Physical exertion had never been her forte, even in school when she would make up some reason to excuse herself from running on the track. Once her breathing had settled into its normal rhythm, she lifted her head, remembering suddenly that she'd run into someone prior. Hazel eyes darted for a second before seeing the plain-clothed figure; a stranger no doubt, as she'd never seen him around the small town before. With the dark rings around his eyes and a dishevelled look that indicated either restless nights of sleep or none at all, it was almost a wonder that she hadn't heard the rumors before stumbling upon him.

Rise blinked as he spoke, straining her ears to hear the words left under his breath. "I-I'm sorry for running into you like that," she rushed as an apology. "I was shopping through Junes and then this woman bumped into me and my glasses dropped and—" Oops; it'd seemed as though she'd lost the filter for her tongue as well. She bit down on the insides of her cheeks. "I mean, are you okay? I didn't break anything, did I?"

ℒ;   Recently venturing away from his previous location, L huffed out a sigh from exhaustion at the amount of walking he has done today. Not that he’s lazy - but it’s the fact that the weird looks he received and those couple of sneers he got just simply for his appearance left him on the edge of annoyance. A simple head shook off those vexing thoughts as he took a turn, nearly making his way towards his destination until someone bumped, moreover ran into him, causing another huff to escape his lips as he almost lost his balance.

       “ — ?! ” Wide eyes blinked curiously at this rather odd situation, deciding to listen to her for the mean time. Obviously she was exhausted, and in much need of rest. His eyes followed her attention, spotting the screaming crowd up ahead. Could she be running from them? Ah, most likely. “ Umm.. Hi? You alright? ” He mumbled, keeping his tone down enough just for their hearing and no one else’s just in case more people were around in search for her. Way to give off an awkward first impression, L. Gold star for trying.

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o u t o f s p a r k s ;

Just touched down from the plane and I don't want to go to school tomorrow??

JETLAAAAAAAAAAAAAG.

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               "It is! You get to meet plenty of people and tour in many different places, but, the stress can be pretty difficult to handle at times..."

She should know. Becoming an idol was something that she had only agreed to because of the promise that it held for the future. With a childhood like hers, a career in the music industry was a chance at a better life than the one she had been leading. "Yeah, actually, I've been here a few months ago for a secret concert at Escapade. Strangely enough, there was a power outage so the conert was a bust... I didn't get to do much in Iwatodai because I had to leave the next morning for Kyoto." A simple shrug of her shoulders. "It's nice to meet you then, Makoto-kun~!"

          “Oh? That must be an interesting life to be living…!”

Makoto was attracted to her rather attracting and inviting personality. He would love to get to know her more, but…sadly he’s not the type to start conversations. He was pretty much only good at answering questions. Makoto smiled a bit and nodded once more. “Mhm. You’ve got that right. Have you been there before?” However, before he let her answer he spoke up. “Ah. Sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Makoto Yuki.”

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               Slender hands clasped behind her back, rocking backwards on her heels in a gesture that was iconic to the idol. It was a habit that fans would've recognized anywhere. "You should've told me in the first place then, senpai!" scolded Rise lightly. "There might've been something in there that you could've disagreed with-- do you have any allergies? Preferences? You'll have to tell me later so that I can write it down!" She was like an amicable child, practically bouncing in her place before soon settling down. "---I don't usually cook," she admitted with a duck of her head. "I mean, Granny would teach me when I was a kid, but she never let me handle the stove or anything so I ended up observing most of the time." A faint, wistful smile crossed her features before Rise brightened once more.

          "But I'll keep on trying until I make something that you like, senpai~!" Flighty and indecisive as she may be, this was a goal that Rise was determined to reach, even if it took her most of forever. "So! Where do you wanna go today?"

    θ } Despite his desire to make an attempt to decrease the overloaded spices taste—most likely by fanning his tongue—he continued to endure the slight burn more. ”No, it’s alright, seriously.” As if; Yu could attempt to try and deceive Rise all he wanted but she seemingly analyzed him quickly and that was done.  Although she had never fully addressed the issues with the cuisine, instinctively he knew that she knew what he truly didn’t have a taste for. “Yeah, tofu parmigiana isn’t really my thing.”

All in all, it wasn’t too bad. “Thank you, Rise.” Yu responded with upon feeling the store bought chocolate fall within his palm—emphasize on store bought. It was to be expected seemingly being a mack daddy target of interest for Rise as she wrapped his arm around his own. Lips curved upward slightly and with a nod. “Of course.”